Midnight Liberty Train

Hello beautiful, how’s the evening treating ya?

Plush with wine, music and roast..

Friends and highways after dark;

Hill town trips, walks by the sea coast.

Just living it twenty, twenty-one?

How’s that feel? Alive and loving it?

The morning toast, the siesta sun..

Yes the noon can be lonely slight,

But remember when I tell you this tonight:

When you go wrong alone, it still feels right—

On the midnight liberty train.

 

Boy, It sure must be something to be away,

Not living in fear—

Of homes coming down, and the family’s curse--

They don’t put you down, I hear;

The hand that rocks the cradle can get much worse…

So go on hon, Ride along then--

Right past that house with the loveless wife;

The narcissistic mother, the dad with the knife.

‘tis no pleasure to be holding a pen..

When you could be living your story

Family breeds contempt;

And wars within walls never fetched you glory.

So go wrong alone, and still feel right—

You’re on the midnight liberty train.

 

 

I don’t ask you to hate it, I just warn you—Don’t overrate it.

Now, I wouldn’t stop you for the night,

Grab those bags and be on your way again

‘Cause when you go wrong alone, it still feels right—

Smile, you’re on the midnight liberty train

on the midnight liberty train

on the the midnight liberty train…

Fridays in November

Fridays in November
With mornings dim and cold,
Evenings painted grayer
Turning another year old.

Fridays in November
You don’t wait for the weekends anymore--
Saturdays don’t sound so good,
Sundays step in unsure.

Fridays in November
Like falling leaves in September;
Fleeting by unnoticed--
Fridays in November

Like a lifetime spent at work;
In memory of bygone splendor…
the waning year takes its toll
On Fridays in November.

Reeling at the back of your mind--
Calling upon December
Leaving another summer behind…
Fridays in November.

Summer love

You never lose what you can't find
Like the wading thoughts at the back of your mind
there's nothing on TV to help you stay
The sun is in your face and its raining inside
And you think of whiling summer love away..

Whiling summer love away..
Dressing up, dressing down--
Driving nights in hopeless town
Sleeping through another day;
Just whiling summer love away..

Lingering by the daytime stream
Waking up early from each sweet dream
Its a dying year in the heart of may
And its whiling all your summer love away..

Pleasing lilies in the window sill
They kissed your eyes when it was yesterday--
Now the days are long and the nights are gone
They know the words but not your song..

The city has lost all its seasons,
You're whiling summer love and you're losing all reason.
And what happens when you find all the answers you sought?
Will it be worth all the freebies you bought?

So I'll turn down the lamp you turn out the light
I'll paint the sky you shade it just right.
Fence wallpaper on the walls of our day;
And we'll dream by that daytime stream, whiling summer love away
Whiling all our love away
Whiling summer love away..

Road to Elsewhere

Leaving home tonight 

Packed neat and proper
It'll take me a lifetime and a night
To explain this sober
Pour me some wine and I'll go this over--
Before I take the road to elsewhere.

I tried dreaming here more times than one,
I've tried love and all things such
Nothing helps more and nothing helps much;
When I see the girl in the mirror coming undone.
And I've counted my summers enough in the rabbit snare
To know why I should take the road to elsewhere..

I'm burning faceless faces in long gone-cold-fireplaces
I've been sleeping so dreamless
I'm sleeping myself sleepless
It's a world full of sadness and all things unfair
But I'm tuned way too far on the radio of my madness to care--
For anything except to be on the road to elsewhere.

It'll take me a lifetime and a night
To explain this sober..
Pour me some wine and I'll go this over,
Before I take the road to elsewhere.

I tuck away stories and moons in my eyes..
And I've always had trouble waking up at sunrise
I've loved the wrong people and lived wrong days;
That's enough to say I won't change my ways.
So you can dress me in a cape and tie my hair,
It's a windy drive on the road to elsewhere

I'm going it alone but two's good company
I've heard they've got a wishing well somewhere;
And no homes for the worldly-wise there.
All you need is a jazz tune soul to be on the road to elsewhere..
Well It'll take me a lifetime and a night
To explain this sober,
Pour me some wine and I'll go this over--
As we take the road to elsewhere..
Breathing in the crisp new air,
On the road to elsewhere..
Road to elsewhere..